Ominous clouds assemble above the bloody Earth. He is here again we feel him everywhere. In the early morning's mist wich Dawns to the day, our dark religion Bring us forward and our leader Is the ancient, true god, Satan Our free soul takes flight on the black Horses of death The prickly branches in the forests, The evil shadows of the overcast sky. The mortal winds of the glory and the Ominous clouds of The Carpathians.